The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.

-W. H. Auden

Izaya Orihara was not happy when he discovered where Tetsuya Hayashi was. Just a few days ago, he was safe, roaming freely, and undetected. He had no charges against him for being a hacker, and Izaya himself had met him once after he had arrived in Ikebukuro.

But currently, Tetsuya Hayashi was at a psychiatric ward. In other words, locked up in a mental asylum.

The turn of events confused Izaya, just like it would confuse any man, but Izaya was no ordinary man. He told himself that more than any other person, leading him to believe it. Izaya decided to go and have a chat with Tetsuya about his offspring, Mizore. That would give him the answers that he needed.

Izaya's mind had to be occupied with something other than the girl that left him. He didn't understand anything about her in the end, and now she left him for good. Some part of him, no most parts of his insides wanted her back, she brought him unexplainable joy. He didn't want to talk about her, and solving one problem made him believe that his mind would set itself on ease, and that would give him some sort of rest.

Izaya went to the hospital, where Tetsuya had been admitted to, and spoke to one of the nurses, who allowed him in. Tetsuya's hands and legs were tied using a straightjacket, and Izaya almost didn't recognize him. The man before him had shabby brown hair, and his eyes were almost grey. "Who're you, boy?" Tetsuya's voice was thick and coarse, Izaya having to almost stutter in his reply. "Izaya Orihara." Tetsuya chuckled.

"You're that informant, aren't you? Yes, that's who you are. You must be wondering what I'm doing here, right? I'm not crazy, don't think that." Izaya chuckled and said, "Crazy people are the ones who are in denial." Tetsuya smirked slightly and said, "It's your choice to believe it, boy. I don't give a fuck." Izaya laughed at his remark, and said, "You still are the same. What happened to you?" Tetsuya sighed deeply, and uttered something which Izaya didn't catch. "I should've been here a long time ago. Now, I feel fine. I'm not sadistic anymore." Izaya waited.

"I did some…crazy things back then. Now I know they're crazy things. And the doctors didn't bind me then. Now, they decide to hold me in when my head is intact." Tetsuya laughed loudly, ending it by coughing roughly. "What did you do? Other than torture your family?" Izaya asked and the male cocked his eyebrows before erupting in laughter.

"That's what I did boy! Isn't that enough? Installing madness into the minds of my children! Isn't that a crime?" Izaya sighed. "You killed your children after torturing them-""Did I tell you that?" Izaya froze. His mind clouded with thoughts that he believed were impossible, and Mizore came into the picture. "Your child wants you dead." Izaya didn't know if Mizore were a boy or a girl. He didn't know Mizore's real identity, and he didn't know how old he/she was, or even what his/her real name was. He knew nothing about Mizore but the fact that he/she wanted to kill his/her father.

"Not one. Two. I had twins." Izaya didn't move, but one thought came into his mind. A thought recalling a past conversation with Mizore. He remembered it so clearly at that moment, now it was falling into picture.

I love twin girls. Personally, it brings back so many memories to me.

Mizore's text message had said that to him once.

Izaya frowned slightly. "What happened to them? What did you do?" Izaya asked, this time wanting to know more than anything. "I didn't want to raise those wretched things. Their mother died after they were born, and I had to take them. I adored the elder one's eyes. They were just like mine." Tetsuya smiled. Izaya listened. "The younger one was a quiet one. Always obeyed whatever I asked it to." 'It? He makes it sound like an object.' Izaya chuckled internally. "The elder one was a rebel. I loved the elder one. So much. So much." There was a shift in Tetsuya's voice. Izaya could tell it was filled with adoration, and a slight tint of mad obsession.

"I kept them for seven years with me. Seven years, those beings lived with me. My babies. I kept them at my house back at the country side. Alone and isolated. Away from society. I gave them clothes, and I gave them food. I didn't let them out though, I didn't want to lose my children. Madness lied outside, you know…Madness…it can be so very addicting…to stay like the way I was." Tetsuya laughed menacingly. "I made them watch me kill people. I made them watch me push people off the buildings and I made them kill people as well." Izaya frowned. This was something too hard for him to take in. The children were only seven years old.

"What were their names?" Izaya asked.

"I didn't name them." Tetsuya replied. Izaya chuckled, not because he found it amusing, it was because some part of him felt deep sorrow.

"The elder one asked me to send it outside once-""It? You make them sound like items Hayashi-""Did I? Oh no, my baby girls. My twin baby girls." Izaya recalled.

Mizore liked the fact Izaya had twin sisters.

"The elder sister wanted to go out one day, and she did. I didn't want her to. She saw the outside. She saw the blood on the grass. She came back to me to see how her sister was, and I asked her what her sister's name was, and she didn't know…how could she know while I didn't even name them? I told her she didn't have a sister, while I held her sister in my hands." Tetsuya laughed as he said, "The younger one was bleeding. I stabbed her in heart you see. I didn't like the younger sister's eyes." Izaya frowned.

"She ran to the roof, pulling her unconscious sister with her. I followed, with a knife in my hand, asking the elder sister to stay. I loved her eyes, so pure they were, so innocent. I loved everything about my eldest daughter. I wanted her eyes for myself, you know. And then, in the roof, I remembered that the younger one was afriad of heights, but the younger one was unconscious, and I told her about it." Tetsuya sighed before continuing.

"The elder one turned to me with a smile. A smile so much like mine, and said, 'I will kill you.'" Tetsuya laughed.

"She hugged her sister, and jumped down with her. I c0uld tell she was hurt. She prevented the fall by landing below her sister. The elder one loved the sister so much, it shocked me…she was not like me at all…but her eyes…her eyes…were like mine, you see? She was sadistic too!" Izaya didn't want to listen to him anymore.

"What happened to them after that?"

"I don't know…I never saw them again. I remember how bloody my hands were. I killed my daughter, the younger one, I still feel the blood in my hands every day." Tetsuya laughed one last time. "Say, do you know my child?" Izaya sighed before opening the door to the outside, "All I know is she wants to kill you." Tetsuya laughed. "Is she like me? Is she not like me? I cannot say, you know…she…if kills me then she is…she doesn't then she's not…"

And after Izaya had walked out, Tetsuya muttered one simple fact. "I like green. My eyes were once green. Green like my baby girl's."

Izaya didn't ask him one vital question. One question that could have answered the query inside of his mind. About the identity of Mizore. He knew the past of his stalker was dark, perhaps too dark to even imagine, and Izaya laughed as he exited the building. He didn't want to know anymore.

Mizore was as mental as her father; that much Izaya knew.

He had to find Tsumugi now. He had something very important to say to her. Something very important. Nothing ever mattered to him anymore, the identity of Mizore, the reason he was being stalked, the reason Tsumugi was with Shizuo, and everything else. All he knew and believed was that Tsumugi loved him, and that he needed her.

He would find her, he knew that much.

He went back to Ikebukuro, and tried to hack the location of Tsumugi using her phone number. The results would let him know where she was, and Izaya could get her back.

The results were shocking.

"This number does not exist?" That meant Tsumugi threw away her phone, and number. She had left him for good? No, he couldn't let that happen. He shouldn't let that happen. He needed her, and it was right at the time he accepted it himself. Izaya frowned, and Namie wasn't there to witness it. This was the first time, Izaya felt truly alone. And, he didn't like the feeling.

Mizore walked the streets with her phone in her hand. She was still in Ikebukuro. She knew where her father was, but she didn't know what to do with him anymore. In the distance, she could see two girls, and by the looks of it, Mizore could tell they were twins. She smiled, remembering the fun times she had with her sister back when they were isolated. She walked up to the girls and said, "Are you two new here?" The one handling a phone replied, "No. We're here to visit our brother." Mizore cocked her eyebrow.

"Brother?"

The hyperactive girl nodded. "Izaya Orihara. He's annoying as hell. But, he's our brother and we have to love him." Mizore smiled slightly and said, "Not as much as you love each other right?" The girls smiled, and nodded. "Yup! Say, do you have a sister?" Mizore nodded. "I used to." The hyperactive girl cocked her eyebrow and asked, "What happened to her?" Mizore sighed and said, "She's in a place where she won't ever come back." "What's your name lady?" Mizore cocked her eyebrow and said, "Mizore." She smiled, and walked away.

Mairu and Kururi ran to Izaya's apartment, and told him about the girl they had met. "Her name was Mizore. Funny, what kind of person names themselves the Stalker?" Kururi asked, and Mairu said, "Maybe her name means shy." Izaya's eyes widened. "Where did you see her?" Mairu said, "Near the hospital. She's gone now." Izaya frowned.

"You know she has a twin too. She told us her twin is in a place where they can't return from." Izaya knew what that meant. The twin was dead.

It was then something struck him. Something so obvious, one would overlook it, without even bothering to observe it once more.

"How did she look like?"

Mairu thought for a minute. "She had the prettiest eyes. Green like the grass! And a scarf. A red one."

Izaya was stumped. He was being played the whole while.

Tsumugi was Mizore.

Why? He knew.

How? He couldn't even begin to imagine.

A/N: Shocked? No? Okay... So, this was the plan from the beginning. Those who have noticed a few hints along the story, would place them all together. If not, explanation in the next chapter peeps! Poor Izaya. Being trolled by good ol' Mugi-chan. XD